Sunday, May 17, 2020

Weekend morning, final onion and 11pm.

1. To sleep in and then make a fry-up.

2. With streaming eyes I tip the last onion into the pan.

3. To hear the 11pm chimes away across town through a fuzz of sleep. 

Flock, turn and cards.

1. A flock of birds -- chacking and calling to each other -- whirls across the late afternoon sky, moving like a single creature. 2. With on...